The moment his break which he'd spent with Miss Hilda ended, Raiden was back on the training ground.
The field breeze was chilly, the sun still shy behind the clouds, and the faint hum of energy around the estate told him that today would be his day.
He adjusted the necklace Sir Leonard had given him just before breakfast. The cool blue gem sat against his chest, pulsing faintly, as if whispering: focus.
Sir Leonard stood across from him, arms crossed, watching in silence.
"So," he began, "are you ready to redeem yourself after the little… incident from last time?"
Raiden's face scrunched up. "That wasn't an incident. That was an ambush! You kicked me before I could touch your knee!"
Leonard's mouth curved ever so slightly. "And yet, I remember you promising to touch it."
